Am I looking for love in all the wrong places
Not looking at them, just their pretty faces
Am I looking for comfort in all the wrong things
Hoping someday I'll find my wings
Am I looking for the wrong kind of friends
When all they'll do is lead me to a dead end.
Am I this sterotypical? Always writting love pooetry
When I should be writting about the new spirtual me.
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